Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1887-07-07

last shootin' match. :"
"Wall, then, old felier, you'd better
commence to cut your capers right at
once. Tidy might be skittish at fust,
but pear to be skeered of me, an she'll
be your friend"
That afternoon the old man went
over to see Miss Tidy. what do you
want hereP" she demanded, when he
appeared at the gate.
"Oh, nothin' in purticuler. My
stars, you've got the puttiest chance
of flowers ] ever SEEM Who takes
kere of themp"
Il do"
"You are monstrous smart. You
sartinly don't work in the sun with
them putty-excuse me-han's of
yourn.
Say, Mr.. Banks, brother Bill
Dick don't want you to come here"
d" So I've hearn, but it rests with
you. Yander he comes now, an
reckon I'd better mosey. Mout
come over some timer"
You mout," she replied. .
Bill-Dick pretended to be furious.
81 seen the old scoundrel," he an
grily declared, ''an' l wush he'd a
waited till | got here. B'lieve I'll
take my gun an go over an shoot
him."
you'll not do no SIGH of thing.
It's none of your business if he
does come here, fur he amt pinchin'
you, reckon"
But great Lawd, Tidy, you amt
thinkin' Of marryin' OF him, l hope
l don't kere," Bill-Dick continued, IF
his uncle did die last week an leave
him lot of money, I don't want to
mix with him as brother-in-law."
But you'd like mighty we'll to
mix with him as a son-in-law," Miss
Tidy replied, with sharp snap.
"No, | wouldn't, no such thing. ]
did go to see his girl for awhile, but
she's too common for me"
"Bill-Dick, you neenter think that a
suit of corduroy clothes is ever thing
in the world that a person could wish
fur. The Governor of Arkansaw, Idon'
low has got a stitch of corduroy"
"a good many folks think so or they
wouldn't vote for him." Bill-Dick re-
sponded. But that amt nuthing' here
nur thar, Tidy. Pap allus lowed that
thar was fool summers in the family,
an now my advice to you is not to lei
it turn out to be you. I've put fresh
load of buckshot in my gun, an eff
ketch the old man here agin thar'll be
a hide summers on Terrapin creek that
won't hold shucks."
Bill-Dick strolled away, and, by pre-
vious arrangement, met the old man.
"Gittin' along fust rate, see, old
man"
"Fine as a fiddle, Billie"
"When you think you'll tote hel
Off"
"'Bout Tuesday, l think"
"Then I'll be airter Anthry early
Wednesday mornin'."
"All right.
"Have you told her about itp'
"Oh; yes; explained it up to the
handle" the old man replied.
"How does she stand the, siperatior
from mep"
"Fust rate-hil' up by a strong hope
you know"
Better come round agin to-morrel
evenin'."
The old man went the next evening
and found Miss Tidy watering hel
| flowers.
Fine evenin', Miss Tidy"
Mighty fine."
"Whar's BiIl-Dickp"
Don't know. Do you want to Sc,
himp"
Good Lawd, no. Me an him ain
geein' so mighty we'll"
"Whut's the troublep" she asked.
won't git mad if ! tell youP"
mo"
"Wall, he lows that I think tot
much of you
THAT amt none of his business, Mr.
Banks"
II was Altered that it was, Mis-
Tidy, but if you say it amt w,
she pops; that's all. May l com,
IMP"
"Sartinly."
They sat on the doorstep and helC
a long and earnest conversation. Z"
must co." he at length said. II an
afeerd he'll ketch me here"
You'll be on time shore Tuesday
night, will youP" she anxiously asked
''As shores shootin's dang'us." HI
replied.
He had been gone but few moments
when Bill-Dick came.
THAT old fool been herep" he asked
'No old fool amt been here" she re
piled.
"Wall, its a good thing he haint
Neenter think because he's got littl
money now that he can run the who'll
neighborhood. Recolleck that pap sale
thar was fool summers in the fam'ly
an try an not let it be you"
Take kere of yourself, Bill-Dick
an I'll try an come out all right
notice that them that's allus frettin
about somebody else is mighty ap
to have somethin' wrong about them
selves"
'Wall, we won't jower, Tidy. B,
the way, Tidy, thar's goin' to be sor
of shindig over at Milliken's Tuesda,
night an I'd like for you to go owe
with me-"
1--WE dun quit goin' to shindigs."
"You went to one last week."
"But I've quit sense then"
When Bill-Dick went into his owl